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"SAMEEN!" Root sat straight up. Harold swiftly turned to look at Root in the pitiful little cot John had dropped her in only two hours hadn't slept in a week, and now he understood why. Root was breathing hard, and all of a sudden she broke down and sobbed. Harold limped over to her and pulled her into and awkward hug. For the first time since he's known her, Root seemed helpless. He knew exactly waht she was feeling, he felt it everyday. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Ms. Shaw laying on the floor, blood seeping from her wounds. Seeing a Samaritan agent stand over her with a gun and hearing that awful last shot. She haunted his dreams. She haunted them all. And deep in his heart he knew she was never coming back. So all he could do was gentley rock Ms. Groves and let her cry, because she was broken with haunted dreams.